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Caritas - Friday evening - Willow's Birthday!
Caritas was filled with the typical trappings of a party. Balloons, a table for presents, Tino wearing a pointy paper hat, baked goods, and a dance floor. Yes, a dance floor. It was a special occasion, after all. It wasn't every day that GOB received bribes to let people install a dance floor.
Yes, it was time for a birthday party.
A party for the annoying redhead who does radio.
That's why GOB was drinking tonight.
[OOC: Posted early just because. People at the bar, please mod the guy wearing the paper hat. Tino, that is. GOB is not wearing a hat. Yet.]
Yes, it was time for a birthday party.
A party for the annoying redhead who does radio.
That's why GOB was drinking tonight.
[OOC: Posted early just because. People at the bar, please mod the guy wearing the paper hat. Tino, that is. GOB is not wearing a hat. Yet.]

Presents!
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The card attachment read:
Happy Birthday Willow!
Love,
Dick and Annette
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The card read:
Happy Birthday Willow!
Best Wishes!
Isabel
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Make your own magic this coming year. Thanks for being a good friend, and helping with orchids (and other things). Happy 17th!
Parker
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His other gift was that Jeremiah was not here.
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It was, coincidentally, what he'd sent to the Willow back home as well.
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To my cooking study buddy -- hope this stuff comes in useful. I swear I'll stop smoking sometime soon.
Anders
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With a box.
Attached to his crotch.
This couldn't end well.
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Some of them gifts for a certain someone who would probably geek out to know that there is the outers space equivilent of "Staples".
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that she is still playing outat the Magic Box and something funky (http://www.elope.com/elopecostume/images/A1503.jpg) that she hopes Willow will like.Re: Presents!
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Attached to the boxes was an envelope, containing a card:
Happy Happy Birthday Willow!
I hope you had a wonderful day!
Love,
Tori
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Instead? Annette sang the traditional birthday song. Too bad she still wasn't aware that she really couldn't sing.
"Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday dear Willow!
Happy Birthday to you!"
She clapped and squeed and then stepped down off the stage.
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I am unwritten, can't read my mind,
I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand,
ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Oh, oh, oh
I break tradition, sometimes my tries,
are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes,
but I can't live that way
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
Oh, yeah, yeah
"Happy birthday, Willow," Parker called from the stage.
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Borrowing a guitar from one of the zombies (and that was a sentence Giles thought he would never use) and began to sing.
If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me
For I must be travelling on now
There's too many places I gotta see
And if I stay here with you girl
Things just wouldn't be the same
For I'm as free as a bird now
And this bird you cannot change
And the bird you cannot change
And the bird you cannot change
Lord knows I can't change
Bye bye it's been sweet love
Though this feeling I can't change
Please don't take it so bad now
Cause lord knows I'm to blame
And if I stay here with you girl
Things just couldn't be the same
For I'm as free as a bird now
And this bird you cannot change
And the bird you cannot change
And the bird you cannot change
Lord knows I can't change
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It's possible that Willow's voice could only be heard by dogs.
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